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18 Your shepherds slumber, king of Assyria. Your nobles lie down. Your people are scattered on the mountains, and there is no one to gather them. 19 There is no healing your wound, for your injury is fatal. All who hear the report of you clap their hands over you; for who hasn’t felt your endless cruelty?

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18 Your shepherds are (A)sleeping, O (B)king of Assyria;
Your (C)officers are lying down.
Your people are (D)scattered on the mountains
And there is no one to gather them.
19 There is (E)no relief for your collapse,
Your (F)wound is incurable.
All who hear [a]about you
Will (G)clap their hands over you,
For upon whom has your evil not come continually?

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Footnotes

  1. Nahum 3:19 Lit your report